Watch as the black panther lurks.
Swaying her slim body from right to left.
Holding such pride in each step she takes,
Holding such power in her radiant eyes.
Walking around the shadow painted jungle as if,
It is her own back yard.
Watch as the tanned Gazelle leaps.
Bouncing off the emerald ground one hop at a time.
Leaping with such speed,
Leaping with such stride.
Leaping off the precious earth,
Leaping to steal those blind folded dreams of hers,
Watch as she aims for the sky.
Watch the Young Spirit,
Watch the Elder Spirit.
They have different paths they walk.
They will leave for their journey at different moons.
They will each have different outcomes.
They will both arrive at different times.
The ebony Panther had walk the land for her share of time,
She had seen the star painted visions, and the mud splatter sights.
She has Smelled the oddest of the oders,
She preformed in the dance of the jungle's past.
She has experienced things that some have never dared to imagine.
The sand coated Gazelle is newborn to this world,
Her spirit has just arrived to dance with the land.
She knows nothing but her hopes, dreams, and desire.
She leaps up to the cloud covered sky,
Running to touch beyond,
What her eyes can see.
She leaps past the sky,
Past the clouds,
She leaps to something she doesn't know.
She leaps to see what gifts it holds for she.